Abra watched as the girl with the braids struggled into a sitting position. As she did, Abra moved in her direction, offering a hand for her to take or not to help steady herself. The odds were good but Abra would fall down if she actually took her up on it, but it felt like the sort of thing you were supposed to do.
She turned at the entrance of some college-age looking kid, giving him the standard international are you fucking kidding me look. She saw the hospital gown and bracelet, but she didn't trust him on that alone. "Are you serious?" she asked, incredulously. "Where the fuck do you think you is, frat boy?" She paused. "Have you been raped yet? Is your asshole chapped?" The girl with the braids hadn't said a word, but the truth was Abra didn't care. She'd found a target to lash out at, and embracing that helped her deal with her own fear.
And then there were more people. For every person that joined in the mess Abra's heartbeat accelerated slightly, though she wasn't really sure why. Only one of them looked particularly threatening, so he became her focus. When squinty's eyes fell in her direction, her own eyes narrowed. No one would want to rape that guy. "Do we look like we're in the know? Is this the face of a calm, informed person?" she demanded, waving her hand around her face as she said it. "Keep your fucking distance," she demanded, leaving one hand up in his direction in the stop signal. "I just got kidnapped in a fucking cab at LAX and I'm not feeling particularly chummy right now."